God's Gift and Your Horrible Choices

I grew Gods gift to us

Inside my womb

I trusted you

But you wore a costume

Something to mask

Your need to consume

To look at-

Beautiful women’s bodies.

I have-

This vulnerability

This new body God has given me

It is marked and scarred and marred

And now we are three

it took all of me

To show you my body-

Throughout the way.

And-

I could not foresee

What you would inevitably do to me

You trashed the trust

that I had given thee

It meant nothing to you

For me to be unhappy

And everyday

I think about

Those dreary days

Where you would rather

Look at beautiful women

May I say

This perpetual prison

--This sadness

Is of your own doing

Author's Note

just need a place to dump my notes app over the years--